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Characters: Prussia + Anyone who wants to join
Where: The shops
When: Late Monday morning, 9th April
Style: Prose or action
Status: OPEN

Gilbert tugged the scarf closer around him, burying his slightly pink nose into it to try and fend off the cold. He found it weird that an underwater dimension could reach close to freezing, and wondered if things would actually start to ice over. It would be fascinating to watch, that's for sure, but Gilbert didn't really want to have to watch out for Glaciers or the like just for going out for a walk. He was glad that the cold came just after he did his clothes shopping though. Would've sucked wandering about in nothing but the clothes he arrived in - i.e just his boxers. He would've frozen to death.

And he knew from experience that freezing to death was simply awful.

"Wish I had Gilbird. Shopping's fun with him..." Gilbert grumbled quietly, sorely missing his little bird companion. He lifted his hand out of his pocket, holding a rumpled piece of paper in his grasp. Thank God stuff were for free here otherwise he would've been living in a cardboard box. He still found it fishy that the apartments and furniture and food were for free, but the mystery could be placed on the back burner while he secured a good headquarters - with a fridge full of food. He still felt a bit uncertain wandering about in the streets though. So many strange beings with their own strange abilities and their strange customs - it was both exciting and worrisome. Gilbert remembered his altercation with a blond Superman-wannabe the last time he was here. It did not end well for him.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. The cold always made him a bit woozy and tired. Shopping and scouting. Focus on those things.

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"I've met Medic," Gilbert said, his lips curving into a little smile. "He's got a cute bird." Which, of course, in Gilbert speak meant that Medic was obviously a man of good character from the get go. Anyone who has a cute bird companion couldn't possibly be a bad guy.

"Archimedes~" Italy grinned. The dove was special to his roommate, but he hadn't quite asked how or why. Italy just knew if he wanted a kitty, it shouldn't bother Archimedes. Italy had been busying himself with the bakery so getting a kitty had surprisingly been bumped down a bit on his list.

"Yup," Gilbert sighed suddenly. "Ahh...I miss Gilbird..." he mumbled, patting the top of his head where the little canary usually resided.

"Ve, maybe he'll show up here," Italy suggested. He'd heard of things like that happening before and there were an awful lot of talking animals here. Italy had befriended each one, or at least tried to. Some were harder to talk to than others.

"Doubt it..." Gilbert mumbled. He shook the depression off and smiled. "Ah, never mind. I'll hopefully return soon enough. Right, food. Fooood..." he hummed, looking about for the grocery store.

Return what, Italy wasn't sure. But that was alright, because right now, they could go shopping for food. "Right, food~~" Italy nodded. He spun on his toes to face the direction of the market and resumed his happy trek to get supplies. He'd cook up a storm tonight, making extra for Gilbert and for his roommates.

Gilbert trudged after them, and looked a bit thoughtful. Well most of his food was gonna come from Italy now, so was there any point in him buying food? Well he could still buy beer. That was an important staple of his diet. "Hey, they do sell alcohol here, right?"

"si, si," Italy nodded, turning around to face his friend. "Beer, wine, spirits, even vodka~" He liked to cook with wine a lot. It seemed like a rather expensive kind, given its taste, but like everything else here, it was free. He still didn't get the economy here or how it even survived. But somehow it was self-sustaining and hadn't collapsed.